
Since I became a mother, I have my own fashion police,
My daughter chooses my clothes, very strictly she notice.
Ripped jeans are a torn jeans for her,
My short dresses doesn’t appeal her.
She finds my skirts incomplete from bottom,
My off shoulder tops seems so uncommon.
Sarees expose my tummy a little too much,
Ethnic suits she finds boring as such.
Bodycon suits hide my uneven curves not so well,
She wants her mommy to look like a queen but her choices I can’t repel.
Before I met my mini me, I thought I was a fashionista,
But she affirms that her mumma looks best in a baggy tshirt and a pajama’.
-Shweta Gupta
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